Page 188 of Micah
“The damage wasn't nearly as bad as it looked,” he says. “Broken bottles. Some furniture. A couple fixtures.”
He shrugs one shoulder.
“They stayed until everything was cleaned.”
“You mean?”
“My crew finished before sunrise.”
I just stare at him.
“You have a cleanup crew?”
He gives me the smallest nod.
“I know people.”
Benji snorts into his coffee.
“That is the understatement of the century.”
Micah ignores him.
“I also texted your cooks this morning.”
“My cooks?”
“They're already there.”
“What?”
“They've got the smoker going.”
“They don't know what happened last night.”
I shake my head, trying to keep up.
“You... you talked to them?”
“I did.”
“And what did you tell them?”
“As far as they're concerned,” Micah says, “Patrick's taking a leave of absence.”
“Sabbatical,” Benji corrects with a grin.
Micah glances sideways at him.
“That.”
Benji chuckles.
“Sounds fancier.”
Sawyer shakes his head.
“You're impossible.”
